When the swarms of tourists roast in the boiling midday sun in front of the Café de Paris and gaze lustfully at the yachts in the harbor of Saint Tropez – then I’m sitting in the coolest place in two senses: at the long bar in the air-conditioned bistrot with ‘une Salade Nicoise et une coupe de champagne’ next to some smart locals mixed with a few yacht owners … The swarm is not always intelligent.